Chapter 88 – BRIDE TO BE
Lux didn't look back.
But he did laugh.
"Mortals," he muttered under his breath. "So easy to tease. So easy to beat."
His fingers flexed on the throttle as he took the next turn sharper, leaning in. The motorcycle responded like it knew exactly what he wanted.
And maybe—just maybe—it liked being bad too.
The underworld's motorcycles were all power and threat—fire trails and mana-fed thrusters and demonic steering assists that made riding feel more like flying. But this one? This was different. This was tactile. Mortal. Raw.
No soul-bound gears. No hell-forged afterburners. Just tires, pavement, wind, and gravity doing their slow seductive dance with danger.
Lux grinned as he slowed into the familiar roundabout of the hotel. The staff hadn't moved an inch. Still standing there with perfect posture and a slightly too-wide smile, like they weren't quite sure if they were witnessing a guest or an urban legend.
